My Suicide note

by Pam   Sep 16, 2008


A Knife,
A blade,
A bullet,
A gun,

Which one should be my final one,
A knife with a blade to make my death slow,
Or a gun with a bullet to get the show on the road,

Do you want a scene with the blood on the floor,
Or would you like the scene with the blood on the door,

Its your choice,
You choose which one,
You want me to live,
Or you want me gone,

Its not to hard,
How you want me to go,
A blow to the head,
A stab to the throat,

I don't know,
You choose which one,
You make the choice,
Then I'm gone,

You don't love me,
It don't matter no more,
Pretty soon I'll be,
Six feet under the floor,

Ok big boy,
Whats taking so long,
Don't know how to live,
Don't know how your gonna go on?

Alright, good choice,
You choosed them both,
A blow to the head,
A stab to the throat,

Good-bye world,
This is all you need to know,
For this is,
My Suicide Note.

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